Love Is A Little Girl Poem by connie crane

Love is a little girl in a pink hat,
Who cuddles up to me even though,
She is almost as big as I am.
Her body matures,
But she is still my little girl.
Snuggling up with little sighs of contentment,
Only I get to hear.
I am the mom,
The one who will never really see her grow up.

Some days she is ready to fly,
Other days, content as long as I am nearby.
Some days my love is her cage,
Other days, I am her sage.
Some days I am a fool to her,
Other days, I am so very wise.
Some days she cannot bear to live with me,
Other days, she is lost without me.

She assumes in her precious naivety,
That I will always be here.
She can fly as far away as she dare,
And I will always be there,
To fly back to.
I know, that she is so very right.
I have lived long enough to have tested and tried,
To know a mothers heart is tied,
To her little girl for all of her life.

Maybe a mother knows when she has her little girl,
That love is born and maybe she does not.
But somehow as her little girl begins to grow,
She learns that a love that might have come to her by her choice,
Has captured her heart.
No matter where her little girl goes or what she becomes,
That heart will go with her,
And love her,
Forever.